Snake King begging Ji

Chapter 237 The Spring Rain (1)

A magnolia plant floats out of someone's yard, and a green radish hangs lightly from the corner of someone's eaves, setting off the deep and secluded alley.

The spring breeze slapped the half-rolled bamboo curtain with rain, and the bamboo curtain swayed slightly, revealing strands of rain under the eaves.Like unstrung white beads, they fell from the tiles with a crackling sound.The birch table next to the window was covered with a layer of rain and mist like powder, and the two cups of steaming tea were silently fragrant.

In the fog and rain, Qing'er and Ye Qing sat silently facing each other.Looking from a distance, the brows of both of them seemed to be stained with a layer of melancholy.

"Brother Ye, since you have something in your mind, let's let it go between us, Qing'er. From now on, just An Sheng will serve the princess, so let's not live together!" She spoke with difficulty, and the more she spoke, the smoother it became.

When he finished talking in one breath, the water vapor in his eyes gradually condensed, and he stood up.

When she turned her back, there was still a glistening tear on her long eyelashes, trembling and refusing to let it fall, wishing in her heart that he would give her a hand, that he would let her stay.

Finally, a sigh was heard behind him: "I'm sorry."

Ye Qing broke his heart, and finally endured the pain in his chest, and said these words.

Qing'er bit her lower lip hard, her heart twitched in shock, and reluctantly said: "Take Hua Cong and look back lazily, half destined to be a monk and half destined to be a king. I was once a lowly maid, but I dreamed of climbing such a high branch. Everything is my fault, so why should I blame others? Brother Ye, take care."

Chu Chu's calm feet and steps finally became chaotic when he stepped down the stairs, and ran away in a hurry.

Ye Qing could not bear to hear the sound of footsteps on the stairs like a drum beating.Grabbing the oil-paper umbrella beside him, he jumped down from the window and stopped Qing'er in front of him.

Looking at her suddenly bright eyes, he stuffed the oil-paper umbrella into her hand, lowered his head and said, "Qing'er, I...you know, I never dislike your identity, but hey!"

Shemale has different ways, what should I call him?How can you tell the truth about all this?

She is such a beautiful woman, how could he have the heart to ask her to follow him on this road of no return?

In this bustling world, he is just a passerby.But to her, it is the whole of life!
He turned his head and walked into the rain, the narrow alley splashed wet rain on his face and body, took a breath of fresh air and silently cursed himself for being ruthless.

(End of this chapter)